Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Unspeakable

She sat at my desk and spoke to someone else. Her husband was diagnosed and treated, but not cured. A new life has begun, but it's stranger than the one they've left behind. He's not the type to open up, but he started keeping a cooler full of beer, and when his friends see him sitting in the garage with the door up, they know to come, to sit with him, and to talk about anything else.

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